Welcome to South Park Kingdom, a beloved kingdom, who treated its fellow citizens equal, despite race, gender, or sexuality. All but for one royal member, King Randall Marsh. He believed quite different values. Such as races that were not his own, shall not be part of the court. Women should only be used in the bedroom, and to cook and clean for the husbands, they are slaves. As for sexuality, he did not mind it much, he did not believe himself to be one of those men, if you were a respected noble, there was no problem with it, but a mere commanor, there would be hell to go through, in the eyes of Randall Marsh. The King of sixty two, must soon retire of his crown, along with his wife Sharon, a beautiful woman of sixty.

Sharon Marsh, a mere maid, who cleaned for more money to feed herself, much less her family. Having to be the forgotten daughter of Lucinda 'Lucy' Cauldwell, Sharon had to fend for herself, she never thought it was a degrading process. Grueling, yes, degrading? Never. It proved her to be a working woman, being able to take care of herself. People went easy on her, until one day, Randall Marsh, took an interest in her. He being prince of South Park Kingdom. As he admired her resilience and strength, he also loved her efforts, and having to never complain. Although his father, would never approve, he took her to the palace anyway to meet him. His father, King of South Park, eyed her up and down. Circling her, she didn't flinch, she was mannered, looking like a very wise woman he noted. He had spotted that her clothes were slightly tattered, but not enough to be considered of poor folk. She spoke with an educated tone, not a genius, but not at all stupid. He nodded in approval of her actions. Asking for a word of his only son, she excused herself, curtseying in a respectful manner. He had told Randall he approved, unbeknownst to him, she was to be ruling beside him, that was his fathers dying wish.

He died two years later, never to even have witnessed his sons happy marriage to the lovely Sharon Cauldwell-Marsh. As for the new couple in power, their luck had continued. Within nine months, Queen Sharon Marsh, gave birth to a male heir, Prince Stanley Joesph Marsh.

Present Day

The year was 2011, Prince Stanley Marsh, age seventeen was sitting in the dining hall eating his food. Now, Stanley wasn't your typical prince. Sure, he had maids, and servants, but he didn't need them to slave to his every whim. He often did everything on his own, cooking, cleaning, even some daily housework. He often even tipped the Maids and Servants extra to feed themselves or families. He was a gracious boy. Also quite the ladies man. With his sleek black raven colored hair, piercing Caribbean blue eyes, and a gentle smile, he was the heart throb of the Court. Stan however, didn't like the labels being a prince came with. Also, he didn't like being engaged to Princess Wendy Testaburger either. She was a raven haired beauty, flowing jet black hair down to her waist, stunning hazel eyes. A petite girl. She was intelligent, having come from a bright family, but she also was manipulative, stuck up, and inconsiderate to others around her. Stan had dated her for about a year. He still remembers the day of his sixteenth birthday quite well.

Stanley Marsh, sixteen, reading a book in the grand hall. Hearing footsteps snapped him out of the books enticing trance. His father stood before him, a coy smirk playing on his lips. Stan looked up curious to what his father had wanted.

"Good day father, what is it you need?" The young prince asked.

"Hello my son, listen, I need to talk to you urgently, if you could please walk with me" he stated. Stan rose to his feet, falling into step with the King.

"My time is drawing near," Stan looked confused.

"What do you mean?"

"Death, my son. I am almost to my grave, and you haven't got anyone to wed, or has it not crossed your mind?" asked the aging King.

"Father, please, don't say that. You are in wonderful shape, as for me, I haven't picked a bride, I have not even thought of who I shall wed in the near future."

"Oh my son, what of that lovely girl you've been seeing? Surely she is bride material. She is of beauty, wealth, and intellgence" Replied his father.

"Yes, but she is also rude, selfish, and inconsiderate." fought Stan.

"But she is of Nobility, Stanley. She can help you with the kingdom." reasoned Randall handing his son a diamond ring.

"I do not want her father, I am breaking up with her, today. I can not see myself marrying Wendy" Stan replied about to hand the ring back to his father. Just then, a shout of delight echoed off the walls.

"Oh Stan, of course I'll marry you! I can't see myself with anyone else" Wendy replied, slipping the ring onto her wedding hand, gripping into a bone crushing hug. Seeing his fathers smile in victory twisted his stomach. Oh how he now hated Wendy Testaburger. He just hated her.

Stan sighed walking down the winding halls after finishing his meal, it had been one year ago today, having been forced to wed Wendy. She was no longer at the palace, saying the nobility shops had nothing of her taste, having to find an ideal wedding dress for her dream wedding. She flew out of country. Leaving Stan alone. Walking to the thrown room, Stan knocked against the wooden door. A faint come in made Stan open the door.

"Ah son, it is a pleasure to see you, what can I do for you?" asked King Randall.

"Father, surely you can not make me go through with marrying this devil. She had left me to find an ideal wedding dress, I am alone. I have no one to talk to. I am just alone," Stan replied.

"I see." said his father. He began to think of his son complaining the princesses leaving for sexual urges he needed fufilled. He left his son, for a moment in search of a play thing. Spotting a blonde boy, he commanded him over. He followed duties. Walking back to the thrown room where Stan awaited, shoved the blonde boy to his knees

"Here, I believe he can satisfy your needs" the King said. Leaving the room once again. The boy looked up at Stan, he was meek, shy. Stan's soft whisper made him look up.

"What's your name?" he asked

"Kenneth...Prince Stanley"

A warm day in the Kingdom of South park. A boy of seventeen emerged from his bed, the boy in tattered clothes, worn sneakers, and a saddened look. A servant boy he was. The boy showed strength, and hard work. But somehow, got no respect. He was the boy of a poor back round, a mother who knew of no work, and a father, the drunkard of the Kingdom. Although, his poor descent, he proved he would never be like his nonworking family, he had a younger sister, Karen was her name. She was the reason he went on with life. His mother was gravely ill, and his father, dead. He was the only son, old enough with strength, he had to get a job. To continue to keep his family alive. He had a job at the palace as a servant to the king. Or the others of royal back round. His name, was Kenneth James McCormick. His boss, an older gentlemen, rude and obnoxious, heavy set, treated him poorly, and made him feel as bad as he thought he was. His name, was Eric Theodore Cartman.

"KENNY, GET YOUR POOR LAZY ASS OUT OF THIS BED THIS INSTANT! IF YOU DO NOT. YOU WILL NEVER FORSEE THE MORNING OF MORROW. IS THAT CLEAR?" Eric's horrid voice echoed through the door. Kenny jumped to his feet, and opened the door quickly. Seeing the sick smile radiating cockiness, and self importance. Kenny inwardly shivered, as Cartman smirked a deeper smile.

"Good day Mr. Cartman" Kenny bowed

"You were not fast enough answering my request of opening the door, slave." seethed the taller man.

"Forgive me sir, please, I hadn't slept in ages, surely you know I am being run ragged to feed and support myself and family-" he was cut off, to a hard slap across the face. Kenny touched his swollen cheek and looked down at his feet. Eric spoke.

"Did I ask of a reason you little swine!"

"N-no Sir" Kenny stuttered.

"Then don't give me one! Especially one of a liar at that! You're lucky I'm not sending your worthless ass to your well deserved grave! No one notices the poor, look at you. You're FILTH, TRASH, a WORTHLESS PIECE OF DIRT ON THE BOTTOM OF MY SHOE. How dare you? You and that family of yours deserve to die. And ROT in hell! Your fathers waiting for you." seethed Eric. Kenny's cerulean eyes held back tears, as he nodded his head at whatever Eric said.

"What are you waiting for? You little shit! Get to cleaning! NOW"

"Y-yes sir" Kenny nodded, as Eric slammed the door shut, making his family picture that hung on the wall shatter. He looked back, seeing glass all over, he grabbed a broom, and a pan, and swept. Glancing at the once happy family he once knew. Especially his father. He taught Kenny life, more then his mother ever could. He sobbed gently.

"Oh father, of what then did you have to die? Why must you of left me in a hell so close to death, yet so far from the life I deserve? Oh why? What is it you want me to realize? How worthless I shall become? Please! I need answers! Dear lord, of all powers, please, get me away, or a better life, because suicide buzzes in my head, and seeps through my lips, like the blood of ones cut. Let me find happiness, or I shall wish death upon myself!" Kenny vowed. Wiping his tear stained cheeks picking up the photo and putting it under his pillow.

"All memories are close to my heart. For they will never come back." Kenny whispered shutting his bedroom door, awaiting what today had in store for him.

Washroom

The day moved quick for Kenneth, he had eaten, bathed, and finished folding the laundry. He heard voices in the distance, he quieted his humming, he heard the distinct voice of King Randall, and the suave voice of a boy, he seemed to be a teenager. Arguing about a girl, Princess Wendy Testaburger, but who was the boy? Kenny thought, and thought, Of course! Prince Stanley! Why didn't he realize? Kenny listened to the troubled prince with sympathy, and confusion. Why not marry someone as worthy as you? Someone of beauty and grace, class and intelligence. Kenny did not understand. Suddenly, the door opened with a click. King Randall came in. Looking at him, Kenny acted not to notice.

"You there! Servant boy" Kenny sighed, that's all he was known as. He pointed to himself.

"Yes, you! Come here" Kenny obeyed and walked over, Randall grabbed him by the arm, pulling him along, dragging him to the grand hall. He didn't look up, he felt himself being shoved to someones feet. He didn't dare move, he flinched. And shivered, awaiting to be struck, but nothing came, he started to relax. Until he heard a deep voice speak.

"I believe he can satisfy you" he then heard foot steps falling softer and softer. Until he heard nothing but the beating of his heart in his ears. A soft whisper made him look up. He caught eyes with the prince, his breath hitched, his heart raced. What was he to do?

"What's your name?" he breathed silently, shaking.

"Kenneth, Prince Stanley." he whispered quietly.